The next day at noon, Ning Fan opened his eyes on the bed, his eyes laced with dense red veins, looking much thinner than before, as the events of last night seemed to have had a huge impact on him; he looked very unwell.
Because he remembered some memories, Ning Fan struggled in pain all night long. Besides knowing her name was Qin Lan'er, he couldn't recall anything else about the woman who died for him.
Between unwillingness and pain, Ning Fan held his head and cried in the deep of night, and only when he was completely drained did his eyes finally close and he slowly fell asleep.
Getting out of bed just like that, Ning Fan hadn't taken off his clothes last night, so he left his room, went downstairs, and coincidentally ran into Xu Xiaoqing coming up.
"You dummy, are you okay?"
Xu Xiaoqing saw Ning Fan's pale face and felt a profound ache in her heart. She walked over to him, took his hands, and felt a bone-chilling coldness emanating from them.
